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By   CHARLES    KEELER 
Decorations  by  Louise  Keeler 


Published  at  the  Sign  of 
the  Live  Oak  in  Berk 
eley,  California.  Price 
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Quotations  from  this  collection  of  child  poems 
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Other  Books  by  the  Same  Author 


Idyls  of  El  Dorado 

A.    M.    Robertson,    Publisher.      Price,    $1.25    net. 


From  the   Boston  Times: 

"There  is  a  land  of  golden  dreams  afar  that  stretches 
for  several  hundred  miles  along  the  Pacific  shore,  and 
which  rich  and  wonderful  State  has  given  birth  to  many 
splendid  bright  men  and  women.  A  book  entitled  'Idyls 
of  El  Dorado'  has  reached  this  office  which  is  decorated 
with  designs  from  the  wild  flowers  of  California  by  Louise 
Keeler,  but  the  beautiful  poems  within  the  volume  are 
written  by  Charles  Keeler.  There  is  a  great  deal  that  is 
tender  and  true,  attractive  and  sincere,  comforting  and 
sweet  in  Mr.  Keeler's  lines.  We  wish  it  were  possible  not 
to  point  out  all  their  treasures  but  to  quote  from  them, 
as  they  are  very  uplifting." 


From   the    Christian  Register,  Boston: 

"There  is  everywhere  a  profound  sentiment  for  natu 
ral  scenery;  and  when  the  ethical  note  is  sounded,  it  is 
always  pure  and  high." 


From   the  &{_ev)  York  Outtook: 

"Mr  Keeler's  verses  have  the  real  swing  and  rush 
indicating  a  fullness  and  richness  of  thought  sometimes 
difficult  to  limit  and  condense  by  the  rules  of  rhyme." 


A  Season's  Sowing 


Couplets  and  Quatrains  richly  decorated  with  full- 
page  designs,  borders  and  initials  by  Louise  Keeler.  A. 
M.  Robertson,  publisher.  Price,  $1.25  net. 


From   the  Literary  World,  Boston: 

"The  taste,  the  artistic  sense  and  skill,  the  mechani 
cal  handiwork  embodied  in  this  little  book  equal  the  best 
fruits  of  English  education.  Nothing  better  of  Its  kind, 
within  our  knowledge,  has  appeared  this  season,  and  San 
Francisco  may  put  another  feather  in  its  publishing  cap." 


From   the  ^Boston  'Beacon: 

"It  is  seldom  that  so  much  wit  is  embodied  in  verses 
that  wear  so  uniformly  serious  an  aspect." 


A  Wanderer's  Songs  of  the  Sea 


With  a  hand -illumined  cover  of  an  old  Spanish  galleon 
by  Louise  Keeler.  A.  M.  Robertson,  publisher.  Price, 
$1.00  net. 


From   the   'Philadelphia  'Press: 

"Charles  Keeler  sings  with  no  uncertain  note  when 
he  raises  his  voice  in  'A  Wanderer's  Songs  of  the  Sea.' 
Here  are  ballads  and  chanties  that  have  an  echoing  ring 
to  them." 

From   the   Boston  (Advertisers 

"Mr.  Keeler's  interpretation  of  the  sea  is  refreshing 
as  a  salt  breeze  in  the  sultry  season.  He  does  not  rapso- 
dize  on  waves  of  golden  glow  or  mourn  souls  sucked  down 
by  the  cruel  deep.  Rather  he  reproduces  in  deep  sea 
chanties  the  humming  wind,  the  rush  of  great  rollers, 
and  life  on  ships  tossed  by  crashing  waves." 

The  Promise  of  the  Ages 

Out  of  print. 


From   the   c^ew  York  Independent: 

"This  is  a  thoughtful  and  lofty  piece  of  work,  as  a 
poem  of  science,  religion  and  philosophy,  dedicated  to 
Joseph  Le  Conte,  should  be.  The  author  has  imagination 
and  a  good  ear  for  rhythm;  beyond  this  his  poem  shows 
the  working  of  a  mind  accustomed  to  pondering  deeply 
over  questions  of  life,  destiny,  creation,  evolution.  Mr. 
Keeler  sings  geology,  astronomy,  biology  and  theology, 
and  sings  them  in  stately  measure." 


Address    THE   LIVE  OAK  GUILD 
Berkeley,  California 


([Iftn  J^onX  of  jSunland 


ELFIN  SONGS 
OF  SUNLAND 

BY  CHARLES  KEELER 


PUBLISHED  AT  THE  SIGN 

OF  THE  LIVE-OAK44IN 

BERKELEY-  CALIFORNIA 

MEMIV 


Copyright   1904 

By  CHARLES  KEELER 

All  Rights  Reserved 


Decorations  by 
LOUISE  KEELER 


DEDICATION 

Elfin  songs  of  sunland, 
Frolicland  and  funland; 
Little  rhymes  of  child  hours, 
Wood  elves  and  wild  flowers; 
Jingles  of  the  forest  green, 
Songs  for  little  Merodine! 


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NAMES    OF    THE    SONGS 

I.  A  Ring  Around  of  Playtime 

POPPING  CORN 13 

THE  BAKER  MAN 15 

TOPS          16 

THE  KITE 18 

THE  SEE-SAW 20 

SOAP  BUBBLES 21 

THE  BRASS  BAND 22 

THE  OVERLAND  FLYER 24 

THE  SWIMMING  POOL 26 

II.  Songs  of  the  Wildwood 

A  CHILD'S  BOOK 31 

A  LESSON 32 

A  WINTER  WALK 33 

WINTER  BAIN  IN  CALIFORNIA     ....  34 

WILD-WOOD  BOGIES 36 

THE  COYOTE 38 

THE  HUMMINGBIRD 40 

THE  ROADRUNNER 42 


NAMES    OF    THE    SONGS 

THE  BURROWING  OWL 44 

THE  CRESTED  JAY 46 

TROUBLE  IN  THE  TREES 48 

THE  SQUIRREL 50 

THE  POLLIWOG  THAT  LOST  ITS  TAIL      -      -  52 

THE  HORNED  TOAD 54 

A  FAIRY  IN  A  FLOWER 55 

BUTTERCUP 56 

THE  COLUMBINE 57 

THE  LEOPARD  LILY -  58 

JOHNNY  JUMP-UP 59 

SONG  OP  THE  BROWN  LILY        ....  60 

SHOOTING  STAR  FLOWERS 61 

THE  SCARLET  LARKSPUR 62 

THE  TRILLIUM 63 

BABY  BLUE-EYES 64 

III.  Quips  and  Cranks 

MY  AUNTIE 67 

THE  BEAR  HUNTER 69 


NAMES    OF    THE    SONGS 

MAGGIE  MULDOON 70 

THE  BOOBITY  BUMPKIN       -      -      -      -      -  71 

FARMER  JONES'  GOAT 72 

POOR  MR.  MIDAS 73 

THREE  WISE  MEN 74 

A  GOBBLER  IN  TROUBLE 75 

THE  TALE  OF  A  POOR  LITTLE  WORM  -  76 

IV.  Rhymes  for  Toddlers 

CHINA  DOLLS 78 

DOLLY  ASLEEP 79 

BABY  LIFE 80 

LITTLE  BROTHER 81 

PLAYING  HORSE 82 

BABY  IN  THE  BARNYARD 83 

BABY'S  GOOD-NIGHT 85 

DOGS 87 

MY   ANIMALS -  88 


NAMES    OF    THE    SONGS 

V.     Brown  Baby  Ballads 

Six  LITTLE  ESKIMO 93 

THE  MEXICAN  BABIES 95 

THE  LITTLE  PIUTE 97 

THE  HONOLULU  BOY      ......  98 

A  SAMOA  SLEEPY  SONG 99 


A  RING  AROUND  OF  PLAYTIME 


POPPING   CORN 

[OME,  you  merry  little  fellows, 
Poke  the  coals  and  blow  the 

bellows; 

Here's  the  popper,  shell  the  corn, 
And  let  it  pop  this  winter  morn. 

Pop-a-tee-pop-pop-pop ! 
See  the  kernels  skip  and  hop, 
See  them  puff  out  full  and  white, 
Hear  them  crackle  in  affright. 

Now  shake,  shake,  shake, 

Till  your  hands  and  faces  bake; 

Tip  it,  turn  it, 

Or  you'll  burn  it, 

And  a  dreadful  muss  you'll  make, 

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Now  it's  done  we'll  have  a  feast; 
Smallest  hands  must  take  the  least! 
Hot  and  crisp  and  white  and  sweet, — 
Isn't  this  a  jolly  treat! 


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THE    BAKER   MAN 

WHO  do  you  think  is  the  baker 
man, 

And  how  do  you  think  he  makes 

his  cake? 

He  mixes  his  dough  in  an  old  tin  can 
And  puts  it  out  in  the  sun  to  bake. 
He  pats  pats  pats  at  his  little  mud  pies; 
He  rounds  them  and  rolls  them  and  looks 
so  wise. 

The  baker  man  is  my  brother  Ned, 

And  out  in  the  garden  he's  working  away, 

Right  by  the  scarlet  geranium  bed, 

And  his  hands  and  his  face  are  just  covered 

with  clay, 

As  he  pats  pats  pats  at  his  little  mud  pies; 
As  he  rounds  them  and  rolls  them  and  looks 

so  wise. 


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TOPS 

OW  would  you  like  to  be  a  top, 
To  be  made  to  spin  till  you  couldn't 

stop;— 
To    be   pitched   head    first   from    a    coil    of 

string, 

To   be   made     to   dance   till  you   sigh   and 
swing? 

There's  the  top  that  is  whipped  and  the  top 

with  a  peg 
That  gouges  its  brother  and  leaves  him  to 

beg; 
There's  the  musical   top  with  holes   in   its 

side, 
That  is  said  to  have  played  till  it  fell  down 

and  died. 


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But  of  all  the  tops  that  ever  were  spun, 
The  biggest  are  those  of  the  old  daddy  Sun; 
And  I'll  wager  he  has  just  the  jolliest  sport 
With  the  Earth  and  with  Saturn  and  tops 
of  that  sort. 


THE   KITE 

LOW,  wind,  blow,  wind, 

Fly,  kite,  fly! 
On  and  on  you  go,  wind, 
Up,  kite,  high! 


Out  sweeps  your  tail,  kite, 

Tug  on  the  string; 
Far  away  you  sail,  kite, 

Proudly  you  swing. 

If  I  were  like  you,  kite, 

One  white  wing, 
With  nothing  else  to  do,  kite, 

But  tug  upon  the  string, 


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I'd  sail  up  from  town,  kite, 
To  see  the  moon's  back, 

And  then  slide  down,  kite, 
The  Milky-Way's  track. 


THE    SEE-SAW 

BALANCE  the  ladder  atop  of  the 

rail, 
And  up  we  go,  down  we  go,  all 

in  a  gale, 

Singing  like  birds  as  we  teeter  away, 
Bouncing  and  jouncing  each  other  in  play. 

You  are  Queen  Sally  and  I  am  King  Peter. 
And   where    are    we    going    astride    of    our 

teeter? 

Riding  to  fairyland,  over  the  moon. 
Up  we  go, — down! — and  we'll  be  there  soon. 


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SOAP  BUBBLES 

ILUBBLETY,   flopplety,   bubble   and 

spatter, 
Soap-suds    and    water    and    clay 

pipes  and  chatter! 

Puff  little  cheeklets  and  blow,  blow,  blow! 
Look  at  the  bubbles  beginning  to  grow! 

O  what  a  beauty,  all  purple  and  pink! 
Whiff!  it  has  vanished  before  you  can  think! 
Now   look   at   this   one   with   clouds   and   a 

tree 
Swimming  about  in  a  gold-lighted  sea! 

Hurrah,  it  is  floating  away  through  the  air! 
Car  of  the  fairies  was  never  more  fair. 
Zip  comes  a  goblin  and  clips  it  away! 
What  will  the  fairy  who  rode  in  it  say? 

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THE   BRASS   BAND 

|T  makes  me  feel  so  fine  and  gay 
When  drums  are  beat  and  bugles 

play; 

I  think  I'd  like  to  be  a  king 
And  rule  the  earth  and  everything. 

The  big  bass-drum 

Goes  dum,  dum,  dum, 

The  horns  play  tweedle  dee, 

And  every  toot  and  every  beat 

Just  catches  hold  of  my  two  feet 

And  makes  them  run  away  from  me. 

And  this  is  what  I  hear  them  say 

As  down  the  street  they  march  away: 

Te  dum,  ratta  dum,  ratta  dum  dum  dee, 


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Te  dum,  ratta  dum,  shout  hurrah  boys  with 

me! 
Tweedle  twee  twee  twee,  tweedle  anything 

you  can, 
For  I'm  going  to  be  a  soldier  when  I  get 

to  be  a  man! 


fjSunland, 


THE   OVERLAND    FLYER 

O-TOO!   to-too!    Ka-ding,  ka-dong! 
Down    the    mole    comes    the    flyer 

a-zipping  along, — 
Smoke  clouds  panting  and  hissing  of  steam, 
Rattling  of  rails  and  a  sudden  scream! 

The  iron  dragon  snorts  up  to  the  station, 
The  proudest  beast  in  the  wide  creation; 
Fed  on  fire  it  puffs  and  blows, 
Cyclops-eyed  like  a  fiend  it  glows. 

We  kiss   our  hands  to   the   friends   by   the 

Bay, 

On  the  dragon's  tail  we  are  whisked  away, 
And  faster  we  whiz  by  the  glistening  shore, — 
Towns  spin  past  as  we  ride  with  a  roar. 


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Now  the  iron  throat  is  gasping  astrain 
As  the  beast  up  the  mountains  is  dragging 
his  train. 

0  where  are  you  taking  us,  monster  of  steel? 
Out  in  the  darkness  the  pine-trees  reel! 

Over  the  desert  we  swing  and  fly, 
Towns  and  prairies  are  flashing  by; 
When,  lo!  to  your  castle  you  plunge  in  the 

night,— 
The  great  walls  tower  in  ghostly  light. 

Does  a  princess  live  in  that  tall  black  tower? 
Are  all  of  the  people  here  under  your  power? 

1  never  was  certain  that  dragons  were  true 
Till  I  got  on  your  tail  and  rode  with  you! 


THE   SWIMMING   POOL 

E    boys    love    to    swim    on    a    hot 

summer  day 
In  the  pool  where  the  pond-lilies 

float; 
There's  Willie  and  Frankie  with  Bennie  and 

Jay 
Adrift  in  a  leaky  old  boat. 

As  Ben  splashes  under,  a  kingfisher  cries: 
"You'll  frighten  my  fish  with  your  noise," 

While   the   frog  on   the   lily-pad   croaks   in 

surprise: 
"What  awkward  great  creatures  are  boys!" 

The  poor  little  catfish  way  down  in  the  mud 
Can't  imagine  what's  coming  its  way 

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As  Frank  dives  head-first  with  a  splash  and 

a  thud, 
Close  followed  by  Willie  and  Jay. 

Then  to  lie  in  the  sand  when  the  swimming 

is  done, 
While    the    skater-bugs    dance    on    the 

stream! 

Just  a  tickle  of  wind  and  a  shower  of  sun 
And  a  sigh  of  content  as  we  dream! 


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SONGS   OF  THE  WILDWOOD 


({Iftti  jSoturX  of  jSunland 


A   CHILD'S   BOOK 

[HERE   are  many   good   books,   my 

child, 

But  the  best  of  them  all  for  you 
Is  the  book  that  is  hid  in  the  greenwood 

wild, 
All  bound  in  a  cover  of  blue. 

Tis  the  book  of  the  birds  and  the  bees, 
Of  the  flowers  and  the  fish  in  the  brook; 

You  may  learn  how  to  read  if  you  go  to 

the  trees 
And  open  your  eyes  and  look. 


Iftf  in  Song*  of  jSunlaud, 


A   LESSON 

ELL  me  little  spider, 
Who  taught  you  how  to  spin? 
Tell  me  little  minnow, 


How  you  learned  to  use  your  fin. 

Tell  me  little  swallow, 

Who  taught  you  how  to  fly? 
And  they  each  said,  "It  is  easy 

If  you  only  try  and  try." 


A   WINTER   WALK 

N  the  Berkeley  Hills  for  miles  away 
I    went    a-roaming    one    winter's 

day, 

And  what  do  you  think  I  saw,  my  dear? 
A  place  where  the  sky  came  down  to    the 

hill, 
And  a  big  white  cloud  on  the  fresh  green 

grass, 

And  bright  red  berries  my  basket  to  fill, 
And  mustard  that  grew  in  a  golden  mass, — 
All  on  a  winter's  day,  my  dear! 


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WINTER   RAIN    IN   CALIFORNIA 

EE  the  little  drops  of  rain, 
Falling,  falling, 
Softly  calling 
Flowers  back  to  life  again. 

First  the  blades  of  grass  appear, 

Upward  creeping, 

Shyly  peeping 
O'er  the  meadow  far  and  near. 


Then  the  mustard  spreads  its  gold, — 

Opes  its  flowers 

To  the  showers, 
Little  heeding  winter's  cold. 

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Poppies'  velvet  petals  glow; 

Each  new-comer 

Thinks  'tis  summer, 
Though  the  winter  breezes  blow, 

And  the  little  drops  of  rain, 

Softly  falling 

Still  are  calling 
Flowers  forth  on  hill  and  plain. 


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WILD-WOOD    BOGIES 

1ST     little     toddlekins,     whisk    and 
away! 

Now    is    the    time    for    the    bogies 

to  play; 

Patter  of  foot-pads  and  eyes  brightly  glowing, 
Noses  that  sniffle  the  night  breezes  blowing, 
Bogies  are  romping  the  wildwood  in  glee, 
Frisking  and  scampering,  nimble  and  free. 

Who  are  the  velvet-foot,  fire-eyed  bogies? 
Coons     and     coyotes     and     wild     woodland 

roguies! 

Playing  at  night-time  when  baby's  asleep; 
Whisk!   did  you  see  that  ghost  jack-rabbit 

leap? 
"Boo!"     and    "Boo-hoo!"    cries    the    fluffy 

horned-owl, 


ofjSunland, 


And  the  wolf  in  the  pine-woods  calls  back 
with  a  howl. 

The  panther   slinks   on   in  the  trail   of   the 

deer, 
The  wood-rats  have  run  to  their  tunnels  in 

fear, 
And  down  the  steep  mountain  with  snuffling 

and  shuffling 
A    clumsy    she-bear    with    her    cubbies    is 

scuffling; 
For    night    is    the    time    for    the    bogies    to 

roam, — 
Hist,  little  toddlekins,  fly  to  your  home! 


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THE    COYOTE 

ROUGHING  in  his  monkish  gray, 
Crunching  at  his  dying  prey, 
Furtive  eyes  and  pricking  ears, 
Haunted  by  a  hundred  fears! — 
Yet  the  cotton-tail  trembles  to  see  him  pass 
With  his   pat   pat   patter   on   the   parching 
grass! 

Lolling  tongue  and  panting  sides, — 

'Mid  the  tawny  grass  he  hides! 

Lowered  is  his  bushy  tail, 

Keen  of  snout  he  sniffs  the  trail! 

But  he  yelps  and  howls  like  a  mad  thing 

at  night, 
With  his  kai  yi  yi  in  the  moon's  dim  light! 

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Friendless  prowler,  sage-brush  thief, 

Hunted  rover,  desert  chief! 

Even  you  who  friendless  roam 

Have  a  loving  mate  at  home, — 

And  her  little  ones  yelp  in  their  lair  with 

delight 
As  she  pat  pat  patters  anear  through  the 

night! 


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THE    HUMMINGBIRD 

UZ-Z!    whir-r! — a    flash    and    away! 
A    midget    bejeweled    mid    flowers 

at  play! 

A  snip  of  a  birdling,  the  blossom-bells'  king, 
A  waif  of  the  sun-beams  on  quivering  wing! 

O  prince  of  the  fairies,  O  pigmy  of  fire, 
Will    nothing    those    brave    little    wings    of 

yours   tire? 
You  follow  the  flowers  from  southern  lands 

sunny, 
You  pry  amid  petals  all  summer  for  honey! 

Now  rest  on  a  twig,  tiny  flowerland  sprite, 
Your  dear  little  lady  sits  near  in  delight; 
In  a  wee  felted  basket  she  lovingly  huddles, — 


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f(lftn  jfotxcrX  of  jSuttland 


Two  dots  of  white  eggs  to  her  warm  breast 
she  cuddles! 

Whiz-z!  whiff! — off  to  your  flowers! 
Buzz  mid  the  perfume  of  jasmine  bowers! 
Chatter  and  chirrup,  my  king  of  the  fays, 
And  laugh  at  the  song  that  I  sing  in  your 
praise! 


ofjSunlatul, 


THE    ROAD-RUNNER 

GRAY-streaked  road-runner  scurry 
ing  by 
In  a  sage-brush  valley,  I  happened 

to  spy,— 
Long-legged  and  thin-billed,  with  a  stretched- 

out  tail, 
And  a  comical  body  as  thin  as  a  rail! 

Oh  surely,  I  thought,  what  a  sad  slim  fowl 
Compared  with  his  neighbor  the  well-fed  owl ! 
Till  he  pounced  on  a  snake  with  a  rapturous 

squeak, 
And  rapped  the  poor  reptile  a  clip  with  his 

beak.  v 

Then  why  is  he  nothing  but  feathers  and 
skin? 


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fjSunland, 


Is  it  running  so  fast  that  has  worn  him  so 

thin? 
Just  think  what  would  happen,  my  lad,  to 

you, 
If  you  ran  all  day  like  a  ground  cuckoo? 


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of jSunland, 


THE   BURROWING   OWL 

Y     blinkety     owlet     atop     of     your 

mound, 
Is    your    mate    tucked    away    in    a 

hole  in  the  ground? 
You  bare-footed  gnome  in  your  striped  suit 

of  dun, 

With  your  fluffy  white  babies  that  bask  in 
the  sun! 

See  her  bobbing  and  blinking 
As  if  she  were  thinking 
Of  the  poor  lady  cricket 
That  chirps  in  the  thicket! 

With  a  snap  and  a  chatter 
Mrs.  Owlet  is  at  her, 


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And  whisk!  she  is  beaten 
And  crunched  up  and  eaten! — 
That  poor  lady  cricket 
That  chirped  in  the  thicket! 

My  blinkety  owlet,  go  down  in  your  hole, 
And  sleep  in  your  nest  like  a  squirrel  or 

mole! 
Who'd   think  that   a   bird   could   have   toes 

for  a  trowel 
To  grub  in  the  ground  like  a  burrowing  owl! 


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THE   CRESTED   JAY 

[HE  jay  is  a  jovial  bird, — heigh-ho! 
He  chatters  all  day 
In  a  frolicsome  way 
With  the  murmuring  breezes  that  blow, — 
heigh-ho ! 

Hear  him  noisily  call 

From  a  redwood-tree  tall 
To  his  mate  in  the  opposite  tree,  heigh-ho! 

Saying:  "How  do  you  do?" 

As  his  top-knot  of  blue 
Is  raised  as  polite  as  can  be, — heigh-ho! 

O  impudent  jay 

With  your  plumage  so  gay 

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And   your   manners   so   jaunty    and    free, — 
heigh-ho! 

How  little  you  guessed 

When  you  robbed  the  wren's  nest, 
That  any  stray  fellow  would  see, — heigh-ho! 


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TROUBLE    IN   THE   TREES 


HE  birds  had  a  meeting, — 

The  owl  was  judge; 
But  a  jay  came  along 
And  said  'twas  all  fudge. 

With  a  quill  in  his  ear 

The  shore-lark  was  clerk; 

The  wren  was  a  witness, 
And  how  she  did  perk! 

The  king-bird  was  sheriff 
And  brought  in  the  shrike, 

When  a  goldfinch  could  scarcely 
Conceal  her  dislike. 

What  talking  and  squawking, 
What  whetting  of  bills! 


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What  ruffling  of  feathers, 
What  bristling  of  quills! 

Till  a  fox  heard  the  chatter 
And  pounced  on  the  jay, 

When  swallows  and  sparrows 
And  all  flew  away! 


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THE   SQUIRREL 

|T  must  be  risky 
To  frolic  so  frisky 
Up  in  a  swaying  tree; 
To  scamper  and  skip 
On  a  pine  tree's  tip 
As  you  chatter  away  at  me! 

Now  what's  your  hurry, 

You  wood-imp  furry, 

In  your  snug  little  suit  of  gray? 

You  romp  and  rollic 

With  fun  and  frolic 

Like  wind  with  the  leaves  at  play. 

O  nervous  nixie 
With  ways  so  trixie, 

SO 


Fidgety  sprite  so  frail! 

Sit  up  and  munch 

At  your  pine-nut  lunch 

In  the  shade  of  your  bushy  tail! 


THE  POLLIWOG  THAT  LOST  ITS  TAIL 


WIGGLY    little   polliwog   lived   in 

a  pool 
On   the   edge   of   a   stream   where 

the  water  was  cool, 

Till  one  day  he  turned  very  green  and  pale 
For  he  found  that  he  surely  was  losing  his 

tail, 
And  legs  were  sprouting  and  he  caught  the 

croup 
As  he  crawled  up  the  bank  with  a  hoarse, 

"Ge-loup! 
"Ca-thump,  ca-lump,  ca-chug,  ca-chook!" 

"Oh  what  can   have  happened?"   he   asked 

with  a  croak; 
"This  seems  like  a  regular  bull-frog  joke." 


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Then   he   stretched  his   legs   for   a   mighty 

jump, 

And  right  in  the  water  he  landed  ka-plump; 
Which  made  him  smile  from  ear  to  ear, 
For  he  felt  so  very  delightfully  queer 
As  he  called  to  his  mate,  "I'm  a  frog,  my 

dear!" 


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THE   HORNED   TOAD 

ORNYKINS,  Hornykins,  open  your 

eye, 

For  close  to  your   nose  is  a  blue 
bottle  fly! 

Toadykins  ruffle  your  spines  and  your  frills 
And  scurry  away  on  the  rocks  to  the  hills! 

Little  squat  goblin,  all  bristling  with  spikes, 
Flattened-out  lizard  that  nobody  likes, 
Stone-colored  hermit  of  sagebrush  and  sand, 
You're  the  drollest  hobgoblin  of  no-baby's 
land! 


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A    FAIRY    IN   A    FLOWER 

TINY  gold  fairy  flew  into  a  flower 
One  morning  at  cock-crow,  to  hide 

from  a  shower; 
The  drops  fell  a-patter  upon  his  tent  roof, 
But  what  did  it  matter  while  leaves  were 
rain  proof? 

He  found  in  the  flower  fine  honey  to  eat; 
"So-so,"   sang  the  fairy,  "the  food  here  is 

sweet! 

No  prince  in  his  palace  fares  better  than  I, 
Alone  in  my  chalice  with  storms  blowing  by!" 

Now  what  do  you  think  is  the  name  of  this 

fairy 

Who  hid  from  the  shower  in  lily-bell  airy? 
His  coat  is  bright  yellow,  black  banded  with 

fuzz; — 
This  bumble-bee  gay  with  his  musical  buzz! 


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BUTTERCUP 

UTTERCUP,  buttercup, 
Why  don't  you  hurry  up 

Out  of  the  ground  so  cold! 
With  your  little  coat  yellow, 
You  dear  little  fellow, 

Why  doesn't  your  blossom  unfold? 


THE   COLUMBINE 

IVE  doves  the  fairies  took  away 
To  the  deep  dark  wood  one  sum 
mer  day, 

And  they  hung  them  up  on  a  slender  spray, — 
Heigh-ho  for  the  columbine! 

Red  and  gold  were  the  doves xthey  took; 
With  heads  outstretched  the  birdlings  shook, 
Till  the  fairies  sang  them  to  sleep  by  the 

brook, — 
Heigh-ho  for  the  columbine! 


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THE   LEOPARD    LILY 

N  the  forest  stilly 
The  leopard  lily 
Sways  on  her  stem  so  stately; 
Tall  as  a  child 
In  the  mountains  wild, 
She  stands  and  nods  sedately. 

Orange  and  red 

Is  her  dappled  head 

And  her  anthers  brown  are  a-quiver; 

O  fie  on  you,  lily, 

So  vain  and  silly 

To  look  at  yourself  in  the  river! 


fjSunland, 


JOHNNY   JUMP-UP 

S  I  walked  under  a  black-oak  tree 
A    little   Johnny   Jump-up   laughed 

at  me. 
Here  you  yellow  elf, 
Go  and  laugh  to  yourself, 
Or  wink  at  the  cricket  that  chirps  on  your 

knee. 

Ha  ha  ha!  he  he  he! 
Merry  Johnny  Jump-up,  wild  and  free! 


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SONG   OF   THE   BROWN    LILY 

)AIRY  bells  of  green  and  brown 
Hanging  high  in  a  fairy  town, 
With   cloth  of  gold  beneath  them 

spread 
And  mossy  nooks  for  the  fairies'  bed! 

Who  is  it  rings  the  fairy  bells, 

Ding  dong!  ding  dong!  down  in  the  dells! 

Who  is  it  flits  to  the  fairies'  ball? 

The   bee   and   the   beetle   have   heard   their 

call, 
Ding  dong!  ding  dong!  down  in  the  dells! 


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SHOOTING   STAR   FLOWERS 

TARS  of  childhood, 
Stars  of  the  wildwood, 
Shooting  stars  of  purple  and  pink, 
Stars  that  hang  in  trembling  showers, 
Stars  of  spring  that  are  more  than  flowers, 
Swinging  blithe  at  the  canon's  brink! 

Birds  are  playing 
Above  you,  swaying, 

Beloved  stars  of  the  woodland  spring! 
Children  shout  and  sing  when  they  see  you, 
And  where  is  the  fairy  who  dares  to  free 
you, 

Joyous  spirits  that  sway  and  swing! 


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THE    SCARLET    LARKSPUR 

ERRY  wee  red-coats  were  frisking 

and  dancing 

Down  in  the  rocky  glen, 
And   the  jolly   old   sun   o'er   the  mountains 

was  glancing 
At  the  merry  wee  red-coated  men. 

Each  little  man  had  a  horn  on  his  head, 
And  the  old  sun  laughed  as  he  got  out  of 

bed! 

The  wind  played  a  tune 
And  they  danced  until  noon, 
And,  "a  jolly   good  time  we've  had,"  they 
said. 


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THE   TRILLIUM 

TRILLIUM  dear 

I  am  glad  you  are  here, 

While  March  rains  are  pattering, 

Brooklets  are  clattering, 

Kinglets  are  chattering, 

And  you,  pretty  thing, 

Are  just  smiling  and  dreaming  of  spring. 

O  shade-loving  sprite, 

The  canon's  delight, — 

Three  petals  wine-red, 

Three  leaves  broadly  spread, 

You  leap  from  your  bed 

In  joy,  pretty  thing, 

To  sway  in  the  breezes  of  spring. 


BABY    BLUE   EYES 
ONNY  baby  blue-eyes 

Twinkling  in  the  grass, 
Smiling  on  the  sunny  hill 
To  see  the  children  pass! 

Of  all  the  flowers  of  spring-time 
The  fairest  and  the  frailest! 

There's  gladness  in  your  baby  eyes, — 
The  purest  and  the  palest! 


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QUIPS   AND   CRANKS 


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MY   AUNTIE 

OW  would  you  like  to  have  for  an 
auntie 
Kittie  ka  dink  ka  dee  ka  dantie? 


Kittie  ka  dink 

With  frolicsome  wink, 

Kittie  ka  dink 

With  ruffles  of  pink, 

Kittie  ka  dink,  — 

Now  what  do  you  think 

Of  Kittie  ka  dink  for  an  auntie? 


Kittie  ka  dink  ka  dee 

Is  as  bright  as  a  bumble  bee, 

Kittie  ka  dink  ka  dee, 

She  dresses  my  dolls  for  me! 

Kittie  ka  dink  ka  dee,  — 

If  you  knew  her  I'm  sure  you'd  agree 


fjSuuland, 


That  Kittie  ka  dink 

With  frolicsome  wink 

In  ruffles  of  pink, 

Is  the  jolliest  kind  of  an  auntie! 


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THE   BEAR   HUNTER 

F  I  should  meet  a  grizzly  bear 
A-roaming  from  his  mountain  lair, 
I'd  just   get   down   on   hands   and 

knees 
And  growl  around  among  the  trees. 

Then  if  my  growling  didn't  scare 
That  great  ferocious  grizzly  bear, 
I'd  sing  a  song  and  at  my  ease 
Just  try  my  best  the  bear  to  please. 


MAGGIE   MULDOON 

DOWN   at  Milpitas  there  was  an 

old  hag 

Who   drove   to   town   with   a   bob 
tail  nag. 

She  rattled  along  in  a  rickety  rig, 
With  a  red  bandana  to  cover  her  wig. 

When  a  wheel  came  off  and  she  tumbled 

ka-flop, 

She  hobbled  away  to  the  blacksmith  shop; 
And  the  blacksmith  said:  "O  Maggie  Mul- 

doon, 
If   you'll   dance   me   a   breakdown   I'll   sing 

you  a  tune!" 


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THE    BOOBITY    BUMPKIN 


BOOBITY  bumpity  bumpkin 
Was  sent  to  town  with  a  pumpkin, 
But  he  stumbled  and  tripped 

As  he  hippity  skipped, 

And  smackety  smash  went  the  pumpkin! 


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FARMER   JONES'    GOAT 

LD  Farmer  Jones  had  a  frisky  old 

goat 
^^^     That    wore    a    long    beard    and    a 

hairy  black  coat, 

With  hoofs  on  its  feet  and  horns  on  its  head, 
And  a  sad  hungry  look  on  its  face  while  it 
fed. 

Now  what   do   you   think   was   its   favorite 

caper? 
It  would  eat  Farmer  Jones'  weekly  Saturday 

paper; 
But  the  diet  was  more  than  the  goat  could 

endure, 
So  it  fed  upon  sawdust  and  rags  for  a  cure. 


POOR   MR.   MIDAS 

POOR  Mr.  Midas  did  nothing  but 

think 
Of    the    sound    that    his    money 

made,— chink,  chink,   chink! 

He  filled  his  pockets,  he  filled  his  shoes, 
But  the  more  he  gathered  the  less  he  could 
use. 

It  weighed  on  his  mind  till  he  scarce  slept 

a  wink, 
And   then   he   would   dream    of   the    chink, 

chink,  chink. 

He  filled  his  boxes,  he  filled  his  bed, 
And  so  there  was  nothing   to  fill   but  his 

head. 


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THREE   WISE   MEN 

)HREE  wise  men  sailed  away  on  a 

bat, 
But  the  one  who  was  bald  forgot 

his  hat; 

The  one  who  made  music  forgot  his  fife, 
And  the  one  who  was  married  forgot  his  wife. 


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A    GOBBLER    IN    TROUBLE 

WHAT  would  the  turkey  gobbler  do 
If  he  got  the  hiccoughs  before  he 

was  through 
With  his  gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble? 

I'm  sure  that  he  never  could  see  through 

the  joke, 

If  he  started  to  gobble  and  stopped  to  choke, 
In  his  gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble. 

The  puffed-out  fool  would  grow  red  in  the 
face, 

And  the  hens  would  laugh  at  their  lord's 
disgrace, 

At  his  gobble,  hie!  gobble,  hie!  gobble-gobble- 
gobble! 

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THE  TALE  OF  A  POOR  LITTLE  WORM 

UST  listen  to  that, 

Rat-atat-tat! 
"'Tis  a  woodpecker,"  whispered   a 

worm. 

As  he  crouched  in  a  cranny 
He  called  to  his  granny, 
"Hark  hark,  hark  hark, 
Rap-a-tap  on  the  bark, 
That  noise  makes  me  shiver  and  squirm!" 

Then  a  long  barbed  tongue 

Right  through  him  was  flung, 

And  down  in  the  gizzard  he  wallowed; 

It  made  him  grow  pale 

Till  he  thought  of  the  whale 

With  Jonah  inside, 

Then  he  shivered  and  cried: 

"'Tis  a  fatal  mistake  to  be  swallowed." 


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RHYMES  FOR  TODDLERS 


CHINA    DOLLS 

HERE    are    china    cups    and    china 

dolls 

And  Chinamen  galore, 
All  huddled  in  together 
In  a  little  China  store. 

The  china  cups  are  pretty, 

And  the  china  dolls,  O  dear, 
I  wish  I  had  a  hundred 

Sitting  round  me  now,  right  here. 

But  the  Chinaman  that  sells  them, 

With  his  slits  of  eyes  askew, 
And  hair  all  braided  down  his  back 

In  such  a  funny  queue! — 

If  all  his  dolls  should  grow  and  grow 

Until  like  him  they  grew, 
And  I  should  have  the  care  of  them, 

O  dear,  what  would  I  do? 

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DOLLY   ASLEEP 

OLLY'S  in  the  cradle 
Falling  fast  asleep; 
Hush,  little  mamma, 


Run  and  take  a  peep. 

Shut  are  dolly's  eyelids, 
Cover  up  her  arm; 

Keep  the  little  dolly  dear 
Safe  from  every  harm. 


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BABY   LIFE 

HAT  can  little  baby  do? 
Clap  his  hands  and  coo  and  coo; 
Kick  and  roll  and  smile  and  grow, — 
That  is  why  we  love  him  so! 


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LITTLE    BROTHER 

ITTLE  brother  full  of  glee, 
With     dainty     hand    and    dimpled 

knee, 

Chubby  little  laughing  boy, 
Father's  pride  and  Mother's  joy! 

Ringlets  gold  on  shapely  head, 
Smiles  that  break  ere  tears  have  fled, 
Eyes  of  blue  that  open  wide, 
Wondering  at  the  world  outside! 

Merry  spirit,  sweetly  wild, 
Why  are  you,  my  precious  child, 
Dearer  far  than  any  other 
Loving  sister's  little  brother? 

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PLAYING   HORSE 

ORSE  and  cart  and  tinkling  lines, 
Rattling  under  the  passion  vines; 
Up  the  road  and  down  the  lane 


And  round  the  yard  to  the  door  again! 

Babe  is  driver,  snap  the  whip! 
Watch  the  turn  and  don't  you  tip! 
Nero  barks  as  the  chickens  scatter, 
Dust  is  flying  and  cart-wheels  clatter. 

Nell,  the  cook  at  the  kitchen  door, 
Wonders  what  the  noise  is  for. 
Round  the  house  on  the  run  they  go 
Till  babie  calls  to  the  horsie,— "whoa !" 


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BABY    IN    THE    BARNYARD 

,ABY  with  the  big  blue  eyes, 
Tell  me  why  you  look  so  wise 
When  you  watch  the  kitties  play, 
Or  old  Billy  eating  hay? 

Do  the  horses  talk  to  you, 
Baby  with  the  eyes  of  blue? 
Can  you  tell  me  what  they  say 
When  they  look  at  you  and  neigh? 

And  the  romping  kitties,  too, 
When  they  cry  out,  mew,  mew,  mew, 
Have  they  secrets,  baby  dear, 
Only  meant  for  you  to  hear? 

When  the  doggie  says,  bow-wow 
To  the  lazy  muley-cow, 

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And  the  cow  replies,  moo,  moo, 
Are  they  talking  still  to  you? 

And  the  piggie  in  her  pen, 
Grunting  to  the  setting  hen, 
Ugh,  ugh,  ugh,  can  baby  tell 
What  the  piggie  means  to  spell? 

Lying  in  her  bed  at  morn, 
Baby  hears  a  lusty  horn 
Sounding,  rook-a-dook-a-doo ! 
And  baby  laughs  as  if  she  knew. 

Baby  loves  them,  one  and  all, 
And  she  answers  when  they  call; 
And  they  tell  her  wondrous  tales 
Of  the  barnyard,  hills  and  dales. 

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BABY'S   GOOD-NIGHT 

ITTLE     eyes     droop     in     the     dim 

evening  light; 

Wave    your    hand,    little    maiden, 
good-bye,  good-night; 

Throw  a  kiss  to  the  doggie — he's  wagging 
his  tail — 

And  wave  to  the  muley-cow  down  in  the  dale. 

Hark!  hark!  she  is  ringing  good-night  with 
her  bell;— 

Now  toss  to  the  kitties  a  sweet  farewell. 

Good-night    to    the    birds,    in    the    branches 
asleep, 

Good-night   to   the   stars   that   twinkle   and 
peep; 


fjSunland, 


Good-night  to  the  horn  of  the  moon  in  the 

west, 
And  toddle  away  to  your  warm  little  nest. 


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DOGS 


HAVE  many  little  doggie  friends; 
There's  Jip  who  wags  at  both  his 
ends, 


And  Buddie  like  a  ball  of  silk, 
Who  laps  the  cream  and  sniffs  at  milk, 
And  Judie  with  her  rubber  ball 
Who  never  minds  me  when  I  call, 
And  Rab  who  runs  before  the  horse, — 
I  love  to  hear  him  bark,  of  course, 
'Cept  sometimes  he  most  barks  in  two, 
And  then  I  wish  he'd  stop,  don't  you? 


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MY   ANIMALS 

AVE  you  seen  my  little  animals 

Shut  in  a  paper  house? — 
There's  a  donkey  and  a  camel 
With  a  kittie  and  a  mouse; 

There's  a  doggie  and  an  elephant, 

A  lion  and  a  bear, 
All  huddled  in  together, 

And  they  never  seem  to  care! 

O  I'm  very,  very  hungry 

And  I  think  I'd  like  to  eat 
The  donkey  and  the  lion 

And  the  elephant  for  meat; 


fjSunland, 


They  are  all  made  out  of  crackers, 
And  if  Mamma  says  I  may, 

I'll  eat  a  half  a  bag  of  them 
And  give  the  rest  away. 


BROWN   BABY  BALLADS 


fjSunland. 


SIX    LITTLE   ESKIMO 

I IX  jolly  little  Eskimo 
Lived  in  the  land  of  ice  and  snow. 
They  played  with  their  ivory  dolls 

all  night 

In  a  stuffy  igloo  with  a  smoky  oil  light. 
I  wouldn't  live  in  a  smoky  igloo, 
Would  you? 

They  dressed  in  seal-skin  from  hood  to  heel; 
I  wonder  how  such  a  suit  would  feel! 
They  chewed  their  blubber  and  smacked  their 

lips 

And  wiggled  their  toes  and  finger  tips, 
But  I  wouldn't  like  such  food  to  chew. 
Would  you? 


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And  when   they  were   tired  of  eating   and 

play 

Their  mammas  stowed  them  safely  away 
In  the  big  white  skin  of  a  polar  bear. 
Six  little  black  heads  in  a  row  were  there, 
But  I  wouldn't  like  to  be  one  of  that  crew, 
Would  you? 


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THE   MEXICAN    BABIES 

I  HE  Mexican  babies  are  chubby  and 

gay; 

Each  family  has  ten  or  a  dozen, 
And  all  in  the  town  are  related,  they  say, 
From  a  first  to  a  twentieth  cousin. 

The  house  is  adobe,  the  floor  is  of  dirt; 

In  the  patio  sheltered  and  sunny 
The  babies  can  toddle  with  never  a  shirt 

While   their   mammas   can   sing   without 
money. 

If  the  little  black-headed  brown  baby  should 

cry, 
Or  madre  grows  sick  of  his  prattle, 

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His  tears  in  an  instant  his  sister  can  dry 
With  the  end  of  a  snake  for  a  rattle. 

Their  little  black  dogs  are  a  sight  to  behold, 
All  hairless  and  wrinkled  as  mummies; 

With  blankets  about  them  to  keep  out  the 

cold, 
And  the  babies  about  them  for  chummies. 

How  happy  these  imps  from  the  day  they 

are  born, — 

They  toddle  and  tumble  in  tatters; 
Their  faces  are  dirty,  their   clothes  are  all 

torn, 
But  nobody  thinks  that  it  matters. 


fjSunland 


THE    LITTLE   PIUTE 

P  in  Winnemucca  in  Piute  land, 
Where    the    hot    sun    falls    on    the 

sage-brush  sand, 
A  little  pappoose  in  a  basket  lay, 
Fat  as  a  badger  and  ready  for  play. 

Mahali  was  proud  of  the  way  he  grew, 
Upon  acorn  soup  and  on  pine-nut  stew. 
She  caught  him    a  lizard  and  let  it  wiggle, 
Which  set  him  off  in  a  Piute  giggle. 

But  where  is  your  father,  you  brown  pappoose? 
In    ghost-land    he's    tracking    the    deer    and 

moose; 

There  you  will  follow  him,  soon, — too  soon, 
As  your  clan  moves  on  toward  the  setting 

moon! 


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THE    HONOLULU    BOY 

OCOANUT  milk  and  poi, 

Cocoanut  curds  and  fish, 
For  the  Honolulu  boy, — 
What  more  could  a  baby  wish? 

Taro  and  yams  and  chicken, — 
Baby  shall  have  a  feast, — 

Bones  of  the  pig  for  pickin', 
Fat  little  face  well  greased! 

A  sleep  in  the  house  of  grasses, 
A  swim  in  the  cool  lagoon, 
A  kiss  as  the  trade-wind  passes, 
And  a  low  Kanaka  tune! 


A   SAMOA   SLEEPY-SONG 

IE  on  your  mat,  little  tama,   and 

sleep; 
The   pigeon   has    gone   to   its   rest 

in  the  palm; 
I  see  the  bright  moon  through  the  ifi  trees 

peep, 

And  the  sleepy  waves  sing  on  the  coral- 
reef  calm. 

Sing  to  my  tama,  soft  waves  of  the  sea; 

Some  day  he'll  ride  in  his  rocking  canoe, — 
Ride  on  your  laughing  crests,  happy  and  free, 

Joyous  to  roll  on  your  rollicking  blue. 

Sleep,  little  tama,  the  bats  flutter  low, 

The   breeze    through    the    breadfruit-tree 
sighs  to  the  star; 


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And  out  on  the  water,  with  torches  aglow, 
Your  father  and  brother  are  fishing  afar. 

Tina  will  tuck  the  siapo  around; 

Sleep,  little  chief,  for  the  spirits  are  nigh! 
Fish-gods  and  wind-gods,   and  gods  of  the 

ground 

Watch   my   brown    baby    as   round    him 
they  fly! 


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ELFIN  SONGS 
OF  SUNLAND 

BY  CHARLES  KEELER 


PUBLISHED  AT  THE  SIGN 

OF  THE  LIVE-OAK44IN 

BERKELEY-  CALIFORNIA 

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Elfin    Songs   of    Sunland 

By  CHARLES  KEELER 

Published    at    the    Sign    of   the 
Live  Oak  in  Berkeley,   California 

This  book  of  poems  for  little  children  will  be  com 
pleted  by  the  first  of  August.  It  is  bound  in  an  artistic 
linen,  with  a  cover  design  by  Mrs.  Keeler.  The  type  is 
a  heavy  black  letter,  old-style,  on  a  rough  paper,  with 
a  title  page  and  initials  designed  by  Mrs.  Keeler  from 
California  wild-flower  motives,  fj  The  book  contains 
five  groups  of  child  poems  as  follows:  A  Ring  Around 
of  Playtime;  Songs  of  the  Wildwood;  Quips  and 
Cranks;  Rhymes  for  Toddlers,  and  Brown  Baby  Ballads. 
The  scope  of  the  book  is  suggested  in  the  dedication: 

Elfin  songs  of  Sunland, 
Frolicland  and  Funland; 
Little  rhymes  of  Child  hours, 
Wood  elves  and  wild  flowers ; 
Jingles  of  the  forest  green, 
Songs  for  little  Merodine. 

Elfin  Songs  of  Sunland  will  be  on  sale  at  all  book 
stores,  or  it  may  be  secured  directly  from  the  publishers. 
The  price  is  seventy-five  cents,  net.  Address 

*  *  THE    LIVE    OAK    GUILD  *  * 
STANDARD  PRESS          Berkeley,  California 


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